Creative and Inventive

People tell me I am creative and inventive. Wish they would tell me about my creations and inventions so I would be informed. Last week I did think of creating a chair seat bun-bouncer. That was after I read about people walking and running in spurts to build their muscles and endurance. Why not do that while sitting in a chair at the computer. The Bun-Bouncer, I just gave it a name, would move each bun up and down as in walking or running. 

By simply thinking about the Bun-Bouncer in my work chair, I can tell you readers that I lost... oh somewhere around 7 or 8 ounces. Yep. Must have. 7 or 8 ounces. Uh-huh.

I baked cup cakes and cinnamon rolls this past weekend...

Every few days I think of something new. New to my brain anyway. Probably already out there. My brain is out there. Like way out. Not far out. That is totally different. 

I was visited by aliens...

Well the week has barely begun and I am off to a great start being creative and inventive. Ummm-hmmm.... hmmm...

My brain is still in weekend mode...

dream...

Erie calm lazed upon the earthen ground.

No one knew 'twas day or still of night.

Bewildered eyes met eyes, passersby,

Then wind tore twisting left, then to right,

What er' could become of this present time

Where cometh this freakish stirring might

Arms reaching high, feet departing ground

All by the wind were swept up taking flight.

Happy March!

So where did January and February go? I seem to remember being in them :/ Today is March 1st and it has arrived with beautiful sunshine and birds singing. Nice. 

Will March fly by? Will I wear green on St. Patrick's Day? Will I set my clocks forward? or backward?? Remains to be seen. I never reset my car clock. Always seems to find the correct time at some point during the year ;) Besides, I can never figure out how to reset it :( Once, I spent hours in my sweet ride trying to reset the clock. I ordered pizza. And a cola. 


I ask myself these questions and many more in full complete sentences. Why not? I only have myself asking me questions. I answer myself in full complete sentences. Polite. A bonus should I ever converse with a human :|


I talk to my cats. They really do not care about full complete sentences. They are just interested if any words out of my mouth end in... "treats". Then they answer me in various tones of meow. I do not know if their reply meows are full complete meow sentences. I believe my cats are smart enough. Just too lazy.


My cats will probably lay out on the back porch in the beautiful sunshine today while I am at the place I go to get money for treats. That ended in "treats"... wonder if my cats are meow answering me :)


Dance Everyday and Blush

Another Perfectly Fine Friday... I think not.

What? Get up again today? Another perfectly fine Friday about to go down the tubes when I get out of this bed. Sad. Ok. I am up and out the door. Yes. I did dress first. Nut. In my sweet ride siftin' down the highway to my destination where I go to get money to buy treats for my cat companions.

I am not a cat. I would not mind being a cat. If I was a cat owned by me. I would wait at home, while "she" (the woman) went to the place she goes to get money for treats, and greet "her" with a stretch lasting from here 'til tomorrow and a wiggle around "her" ankles disposing of any residue purrfurr lingering on by a hair. haha!! Get it?

Maybe heaven is a place where cats take care of humans. Maybe not. I just want to be equal to my cats. That being a wild dream because they are far more superior than little me. They have figured out the meaning of life. I am still sailing through life fully expecting, at the end, to conclude there is no meaning to life except for... ( here it comes )...

I am here to go to the place I go to get money for treats... Life Is Good...

Dance Everyday and Blush...